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With his confession, the flames in Yan Zhengdong's body gradually subsided, replaced by uncontrollable distress and pity. He only felt that he hadn't been able to appear by this person's side earlier to shield him from the wind and rain. The most regrettable thing.

With touch, satisfaction and indescribable distress, he buried his head into the other party's lying down, and hugged the person in his hands even more tightly, as if the other party would disappear at any time as long as he let go of his hand a little.

After a long time, he opened his mouth sullenly: "The person surnamed Zhang said that Song Zixuan is really a person who is very flattering. He sent some folk prescriptions to the person surnamed Zhang. If his identity and illness were not fake, I'm afraid I will really be moved by the other party..."

"Although his acting skills are not very good, he can pretend in real life..." Mu Qing asked curiously, "Is the folk prescription real?"

"What's the truth?" Yan Zhengdong sneered, "There are so many messy information on the Internet, where is it not easy to make one up?!"

Mu Qing was speechless for a long time, and finally sighed: "Yeah, he always does this kind of cheap business..."

Seeing that his voice seemed to be a little low, as if he was recalling the past, Yan Zhengdong quickly changed the subject and said: "Just now the people below have reported that Song Zixuan has returned to his room, and he may have opened the gift we gave him right now. I wonder if he will like it?"

Mu Qing was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a sarcastic smile: "It should be... Tiramisu with durian shredded squid, isn't this his favorite flavor..."

When this matter was mentioned, Yan Zhengdong was also full of black lines: "Would a normal person eat like this..."

He is not a hypocritical person, but just thinking about it makes him feel sick.

Mu Qing also laughed: "So after he became famous, he never ate like this again." It's also because he can pretend, and he looks like he's not eating the fireworks all day long. After so many years, the people around him are nothing but himself In addition, no one knows that he eats durians, and no one knows that he likes this way of eating.

I hope that when he returns to his room, he can like this birthday gift from me.

Mu Qing had a lot of thoughts on her side, but she didn't know that she had accidentally knocked over her lover's jealous jar again.

Yan Zhengdong looked at his lover sadly: "You remember his taste clearly, why don't you care about me so much?"

"Why did you bring this up all of a sudden?" Mu Qing couldn't help laughing, "Don't blame me..."

Yan Zhengdong "glared" a certain little heartless look: "Have I wronged you? Well, tell me, what do I like to eat?"

Mu Qing was quite helpless by his half-truth and half-fake anger. He wanted to answer, but after thinking about it carefully, Yan Zhengdong really ate whatever he gave him, and he was never picky about his food, except for the food he cooked.

This is not easy to do...

However, this obvious difficulty did not bother Mu Qing, he smiled slightly, and poked someone's chest with his finger in a somewhat ambiguous manner: "Isn't your favorite food..."

Yan Zhengdong's head buzzed when he heard the words, and the string called restraint broke instantly.

He turned around and pressed the little fairy in his arms under him, and kissed it mercilessly: "Since you know, then I won't be polite..."

While the couple were living a shameless life, Song Zixuan also finished his bath and came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

Wiping his hair and walking to the living room, he saw the pink paper box on the table at a glance. He glanced at it with disdain, but unexpectedly smelled the aroma of cake.

At the dinner table at night, he cared only about toasting and winning over feelings. In addition, the food was exquisitely prepared. He didn't have a few bites of each item, so he didn't actually eat much.

When I first woke up in the car, I didn't feel much. Now that I've taken a shower, I'm much more refreshed, and I feel a little hungry.

Originally, according to his idea, he wanted the restaurant in the hotel to make him a bowl of hot noodle soup, but after looking at the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and he wanted to eat at this time, afraid of torturing the chef of the hotel, it was reported that he Gossiping about drinking and tossing the service staff in the middle of the night-this is not without precedent. Although the star didn't have much influence after that, he was troubled for a while.

For him now, the most important thing is his reputation. During the chat before, Zhang Yuanshan said that his son is a kind and respectful man, very similar to his previous Su Zhao personality.

Although Song Zixuan sneered at this, he felt that it is normal for people to be beautified after death, but no matter what, the drama still had to be full, so there must be no negative news during this period of time, the better the other party's impression of him , the greater the benefit he can get from the other party in the future!

Thinking of this, Song Zixuan dismissed the idea of ​​asking the hotel kitchen to get up in the middle of the night to cook for him. Hungry, he set his eyes on the box: What did the manager in the hotel lobby say just now? cake?

When people are hungry, they don't care about many things. Song Zixuan opened the box in front of him that made him quite disdainful, and checked the contents——

As the manager said, there are mostly scarves, gloves, etc., which are handmade items woven by the little girl herself. In one corner of the box, there are two cake boxes neatly placed.

He didn't think too much about it, he directly opened the one on the top, and then wrinkled his nose in distaste: it's mango, the smell he hates the most.

Aren't those little girls superficial when they say they like him?Otherwise, how could he not even know that he hates mango the most? !

Feeling a little unhappy, he threw the box into the trash can, and he stopped his gaze on the cake below,

The packaging of the cake is exquisite, and it is well sealed, without any fragrance overflowing.

Song Zixuan was suspicious by nature, and for a moment, he was a little afraid of something hurtful in the box.

He shook the box carefully, and found that the inside was heavy, not like a hard thing, so he removed the sealing tape on the seal, and opened the box carefully.

After the glue strip is removed, there is a faint durian smell coming out.